shadows fall on shadows, aghast at their own darkness
times keep falling out of place, surprising themselves,
trailing numberless atrocities like the dust of a comet
sweeping ominously across a shrouded, weeping planet
the forces are arrayed, the engines started
words have been spoken, in earnest, in fear, in foreboding
the percolating matrix of desire is abroad
spewing the churned filth of age upon age
grasping through coated vision, sickly sweet with unknown blood
mine? or is that just the fading of words in the rain
a forgotten calligraphy of music and coincidence
swept into the tragic dust of memory
we are all the friends of death
we have slipped our milky white hands in his
threaded our fingers into the dying bones of the future
and now hold on for dear life
know then benevolence, you royal heir, the polarity of spirit
awakening with the sound of inversion upon inversion
every coming forth speaking through white knuckles
shaking your being, lighting it on fire
death isn’t waiting for you
you are the one who shall transform
you are the one to phosphoresce in embrace
while all the world casts off from your shore
unshackle your breath
unmoor yourself from the known
take wing, rise up,
you are the gift
